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“I remember your touch. I remember the taste of your cock against my lips. I knew you weren’t there when I came fully back to consciousness.” She smiled boldly into his eyes. “None of the others made me feel the same as you did.”

He wrapped a hand around his thick glistening shaft and rocked forward onto his knees. He touched her sex with the crown of his cock.

“Is this what you want?”

Douglass tried to lift her hips and force him inside her. “Yes.”

He circled her opening with the tip. “This?”

A spasm of frustration shook her so hard she ground her teeth.
“Inside me.”

She almost screamed as he sat back again and considered her. She watched in desperate fascination as he smeared his right index finger in his come. He slid his finger deep inside her.

Her interior muscles tried to clamp down on him but he kept still and gave her nothing to work against. He coated his other index finger as well and guided it inside her back passage. Impaled between his hands but unable to come, Douglass felt close to weeping.

“What do you want?” Marcus asked again.

Douglass glared at him. “I told you. I want you.”

He looked down at his swollen cock and smiled.

“What do you want me to say?” she almost screeched as he held her on a sensual high wire. He leaned in and licked her nipple, then licked it again, the light stroke adding to her confusion and frustration. When he raised his head she was panting.

“Have you ever begged a man to fuck you, Douglass?”

“No, I’ve never been that desperate.”

“How about now?”

She wanted to say no so desperately but realized she couldn’t. She was caught in a sensual web too powerful to break with the word no. Her body sensed she was on the brink of the most amazing sexual experience of her life.

“Marcus, king of Valhalla, I beg you to fuck me.”

He removed his hands from her completely. “Then why didn’t you say so?”

Douglass gasped as he thrust inside her, the size and thickness of his cock a brutal invasion that her body welcomed and feared at the same time. She knew he wouldn’t consciously hurt her, but he was huge. She fought to relax around him but immediately got caught up in the biggest orgasm of her life.

Marcus didn’t wait for her to finish, he just carried on thrusting, carrying her higher and setting off a series of orgasms that sent her body into spasms of delight. When she opened her eyes, he was braced over her. She was amazed to see she’d managed to take all of him inside her.

“Will you release my hands? I want to touch you.”

He shook his head as his fingers moved over her, finding and centering on her clit. “Tonight I pleasure you. It is your right as my consort. Tomorrow will be soon enough to attend to me.”

With his cock still buried inside her, he reached down and grasped her around the waist. “Let’s see if I can turn you over without losing my place.” She drew her knees up as he slowly rotated her onto her hands and knees. The chains attached to her wrist bands obligingly swiveled too.

“Whenever I thought of you naked in my bed, this is how I wanted you most.” He knelt over her, his hips lined up behind hers, the soft scratch of his furred stomach against the soft skin of her back, the weight of his balls tucked into the curve of her clitoris and
mons
.

He stretched out, moved her hands until they grasped the head of the bed. “I want to shoot my seed deep inside you. I want to hear you scream when I release myself.” He settled one massive hand over her breasts, the other over her sex.
His hips
pistoned
forward, slapping his flesh against her buttocks.
His cock seemed to grow larger and threatened to hit the neck of her womb with each deliberate stroke.

Douglass could do nothing but hang on and endure the pounding. His fingers pinched her nipples and her sex sent fresh waves of excitement to her already beleaguered senses. She felt herself build toward another climax. Her world narrowed to Marcus’ harsh groans and the insistent smack of his groin against her buttocks. He bucked against her one last time and released hot streams of come deep inside her just as she climaxed around him.

He sagged over her, his massive frame covering her completely. He stayed like that for several minutes until his breathing evened out. Reaching up he released her wrists and rolled over onto his back bringing her with him. Douglass cuddled against his chest and closed her eyes. His fingers slid down to touch her soaked pussy. She opened one eye.

“We’re not finished for the night yet, my consort. Although I won’t make you beg again,” Marcus murmured. His cock stirred against her stomach.

Douglass closed her eyes and began to pray.

Chapter Four

Sunlight sliding through the shuttered windows woke Douglass. She tried to stretch her sore muscles. Marcus’ hands curved possessively over her breast, the fingers of his other hand cupped her mound. How many times had they had sex? She groaned at the sensuous thought. At least five, although it might have been six if you counted his coming into her mouth as she came into his…

Marcus sat up, tipping her over onto her back. He looked down at her, the dark shadows of his unshaven cheek a foil for his golden eyes. To her horror, his cock was already erect and thrusting upward. She groaned as Marcus parted her thighs and knelt between them. He touched her sex and she jumped.

“Do you think you are too sore to take me again?”

She shuddered as he parted her labia. “I know I am.”

He leaned forward, braced on his massive forearms. “But you will take me anyway because I wish it.” He slid gently inside her and held still. “I will be quick, I promise you. Just lie quietly and let me attend to you.”

Now that he was inside her, Douglass felt a little better. She reached up one arm and wrapped it around his neck. He nuzzled her neck as he rocked his hips. Out of the corner of her eye, Douglass registered that the door to the suite was open and that Sven, Harlan and
Bron
stood watching them. Marcus increased his pace and she forgot the other men and clung to his moving body as he squeezed another climax out of her.

He kissed her breasts as he slid out of her and got out of bed. “She is all yours, men. And she was everything she promised to be.” Marcus slapped Sven on the back as he passed him. “See that she bathes and eats. I’ll return this evening. Make sure she is ready for me.”

Douglass sat up and held one of the sheets against her breasts. “Excuse me. I am here. I can make my own decisions as to how I wish to enjoy my day.”

All four men turned and stared at her. Sven bowed. “You are the king’s acknowledged consort. You owe him your obedience.”

Douglass shot a glance at Marcus who stood impassively waiting for her reply. She wished she hadn’t drunk so much of the fruit-flavored wine last night. Perhaps then her recollections would be clearer.

“Excuse me? When did that happen? I had sex with him. Wasn’t that the point?”

Sven frowned at Marcus. “Did she agree to your joining?”

Marcus inclined his head. “Aye, she did. Ask her if you doubt me.”

Douglass scrambled to the edge of the bed. “I agreed to have sex with you, not to become
your
…”

“Consort,” completed Marcus, a satisfied tone in his voice.

“What the hell does that mean?” Douglass thought it sounded rather permanent.
Dammit
, she should’ve listened better. She shouldn’t have agreed to drink the dammed wine Sven had given her. She got off the bed, and nearly fell over. She glared as Marcus winked at Sven.

“You are the king’s consort,” Sven said.
“His sexual partner, his lover, the potential provider of his heirs.”

Douglass gaped at him. “Are you saying we’re married?”

Sven bowed again. “Nay, the king would only be obliged to marry you if you become pregnant with his child.”

“Ha! I’m protected against pregnancy, I have a patch…” She searched the soft skin of her inner arm where her contraception patch was situated. “Where the hell is it?”

Marcus answered her. “I believe the patch was damaged because of your injuries. The physicians attempted to reattach it but it was impossible.”

Douglass frowned as she mentally tried to recall her monthly cycle. She couldn’t get pregnant from one night, could she?
Dammit
, she had the first time.

“So consort means I’m some kind of a disposable wife?” Her attempt at sarcasm seemed to be lost on the men.

“If that is the correct terminology used on your planet then, yes.”

Douglass glared at Marcus. “And for how long am I supposed to be this consort person?”

Harlan looked confused. “For the rest of your
days,
or until the king grows tired of you. It is a great honor.”

Douglass walked over and poked Marcus in the chest. “Grow tired of me now. I have a life on another planet. I have a job. I can’t stay here!” She realized she sounded shrill.

He smoothed his hand down her arm. “You can’t go anywhere until we fix your ship or contact your people. Perhaps you might consider staying and enjoying what I have to offer you until that moment comes.” He stared into her eyes. “I would consider it a great honor to make love to you until then.”

Her body melted at his sensual tone. She could stay here and enjoy the attentions of four men. One of whom was the greatest lover in the universe or sit alone in a hotel waiting for her world to contact her. Marcus stroked her breast. Her nipple hardened.

Douglass looked him in the eyes. “Do you promise to let me go?”

“I would rather wait until your ship arrives and you can make your decision then.”

“But you wouldn’t stop me if I decided to go?”

He sighed. “I swear I will not stop you. Is that answer sufficient to stop you pestering me with questions?”

Douglass grinned at him and turned to Sven. “Where’s the bath?”

As she lay in the bath, which was more like a small swimming pool and could easily fit four adults, she contemplated Marcus’ words. He had been quite insistent about her asking him to make love to her. She should’ve realized there were different cultural implications to what he’d meant. They had gone on about that at the Space Academy at great length.

Despite her worries about Danny, Marcus was right. She wouldn’t be here very long and she had his assurance that she could leave when she wanted to. At least she knew her son was loved and well cared for. Despite having never met his father, Danny was a happy child who thrived in the company of others. At five, he had no real concept of time. She smiled at the thought. She might get back and find that he hadn’t even missed her. There was nothing she could do to hasten her departure so why not enjoy herself? She’d worked hard to support her family for the past five years. Maybe she was due a vacation.

Harlan soaped her breasts as
Bron
washed her hair. She relaxed into their hands.

“I wasn’t sure I would get to see you guys again after last night.”

Harlan cupped his hands and trickled water between her breasts. “Why would you think that? We were chosen to serve you. We bear your mark.” He took her hand and wrapped it around his cock where she could feel the curved edge of his cock ring.

“You don’t have to wear that all the time, do you?”

He smiled as his cock grew between her fingers.
“Only when we are with you.
Usually we will not all be with you together. We take shifts so that you are cared for night and day.”

Douglass frowned as
Bron
lightly kissed her shoulder. “But doesn’t the king mind?”

“Why should he? He chose us personally to care for you. We consider it an honor.”

“That’s the bit I don’t understand. Most men I know would run away screaming if asked to pamper a woman for more than five minutes.”

“Because women are scarce on our planet, and touching one, and being touched in return, is considered an honor. And it shows how much our leader trusts us not to dishonor what is his.”
Bron’s
cock brushed her hip as he combed lotion through her wet hair.

Douglass opened one eye. “I’m not ‘his’. I’m a person not a possession.”

Harlan laughed as he flicked her nipple with his tongue. “
Bron
meant sexually. We are allowed to service you in any way you desire as long as we don’t come inside you.”

“And am I allowed the same freedom?” Douglass climbed out of the bath and
Bron
wrapped her in a thick towel. Absentmindedly she flicked at the water droplets shining on his muscled chest.

“You can gift us with anything you want except taking our seed in your womb. That is the king’s privilege.” Sven sat on the end of the bed and laid a tray of food in front of Douglass. She realized she was ravenous.

He poured her a glass of apple-scented wine. “Our task is to keep you in a state of arousal so that the king can successfully fertilize you.”

Douglass winced at Sven’s words. “You make me sound like a broodmare.” She pictured Marcus moving over her, the hot stream of his seed deep inside her. “Why does he need me? Surely the king has many children?”

Silence fell around her. Douglass studied Sven’s face. “The king has no children? Has he not tried to…?”

Harlan took Douglass’ glass out of her hand and refilled it. “The king is not at fault. It is difficult for anyone to conceive on this planet. Our scientists do not understand why although, as Sven mentioned, there were not many women here to start with. And over the last thirty years, many families have left the planet to avoid the fighting over their daughters.”

Suddenly Douglass lost her appetite. No wonder Marcus had been so nice to her. His whole future and the future of his people could depend on her giving him a child. She pulled the towel from her hair and rubbed vigorously. She wasn’t sure if she wanted that kind of pressure. It sounded as if the king were sterile and that no one dared to admit it. What would happen if she didn’t succeed? What would happen if she did?

Perhaps it would be better not to mention Danny to the king. It might sound as if she was rubbing his lack of children in his face. Or, even worse, he might conclude that as she had a child, she was highly likely to conceive another one and despite his promise, not let her leave. She couldn’t stay here.
Dammit
, she couldn’t risk having sex with Marcus again either. Every cell in her body screamed a protest.